Purge

Pull you to the ground

I didn't tell you to see Jesus

I got 1500 dollars

betting you won't get to meet him

So I bang a couple shots

And I put in on the tip

Cut a line for the bitch

Who ain't ready for the trip

Tie a bitch down

How the fucker think she has a say

She swears she doesn't love me

But she listens anyway

E class dirty Benz

Drifting foggy

Selling friends make them zombies

Stacking up the bands inside the tub until it go on top me

Got some bitches that are swimming with the fishes

Yet some people fuck me over, wait for me to finish

Lose some Friends along the way

But you're pushing off the trash

Slit of throats of the one offs till they cry upon the "slash"

Pull you to the ground

I didn't tell you to see Jesus

I got 1500 dollars

betting you won't get to meet him

So I bang a couple shots

And I put in on the tip

Cut a line for the bitch

Who ain't ready for the trip

Drunken nights projectile

Midnights fights percentile

Meetings either the devil take the pills he gives you reconcile

Comfy in your bed with your light up pillow pet

Cut the lights and your life in a puddle full of the sweat

Shine the lights all in the party

With the goths all on my body

All the homies try to stop me

But she's starting to get sloppy

Got her Barkin like a doggy

Got the leash her mouth got frothy

Spike her drink with types of rockies

Sun is up bag with a body